Anonymous asked: do you miss hati?
Y-y-yessss!! Ohh, oh! Mmmph…
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… I do. Have to say the orgasms aren’t hurting either way, though. I still miss my Hati, but at least I get proof that—as kinky as it sounds—on some level I’ll always be his, even if it’s just a grey-face thing right now.
Rhodes AU: Hati || Lizzie
Alright. This was it. She’d been talking with him over email and phone for months, sent a sample or two, and now it seemed he was hooked. Lizzie had her first major customer.
Was it bad that she was proud of herself? Not just the fact that she’d been able to learn to make LSD, but market and sell it. If it was anything other than drugs she’d have every right to be proud. This was real science, not just a backyard weed farm or a basement meth lab. Besides, acid wasn’t necessarily dangerous, just illegal.
But what if this dude was a cop? No. He couldn’t be. He already had enough info to turn her in anyway. Subtlety had never been her strong suit.
Lizzie checked herself in the mirror one last time—skin tight jeans and a partially faded ‘tallica shirt. Looked like she meant business, but how the hell were you supposed to get dressed up for a drug deal?
She quietly rearranged her textbooks one last time before settling down to wait. He was supposed to show up at three and it was already 2:40. She could do this. It would work.
Of Wolf and Man: Lovers Love, Killers Kill -- Hati || Beth || Lizzie
One of them quietly laughed when Hati said that Beth wouldn’t let him kill the body. “Silly wolf. I am only bound to the body as long as my dearest pet Lizzie lives. She can be a little slut about it too. I felt how much she enjoyed that little visit to your cell.” When Hati slipped the ring on, however, Beth quieted and slipped away.So strange, the way things hit you when you’re afraid. Lizzie had simply had enough of this; there wasn’t Beth anymore, at least, not that she could hear, there was just Hati. Her tender, beautiful, loving Hati. Salt and silver don’t hurt me, she mentally whispered,…
Lizzie started crying again after that. It just felt so…empty. She just didn’t know what to do. “She’s still here—I don’t think she can ever really leave—but she’s going to be quiet. She’s going to rest.” She needed rest too; she needed sleep. Beth didn’t like letting her sister rest without permission, and it took more than Lizzie was willing to give to earn it.
“I’m here Hati,” she murmured, kissing his fingers one by one before sucking gently on the ring. “I’m fucking exhausted, but I’m here.”
A strange thought came into her head, and Lizzie frowned, trying to push it away.
“I need a cigarette. Don’t let me go, but could you help me with that? Or… maybe just hold me. I’ll close my eyes and you’ll touch me and it’ll be OK.” She was saying it more for his benefit than for hers. After Beth, she felt like she needed to ask permission for everything she did, be it sleeping, smoking, or even just kissing Hati’s hand.
“Hold me and tell me you love me,” Lizzie insisted. “Please let me be your girl. I wanna come back.”
Anonymous asked: Have you heard from Hati recently?
Ohh, ohh! Ffffuucckkk— N-no. Not that I remember but my head’s been pretty fucked up recently. And please don’t turn that last sentence into something else.
Anonymous asked: M!A--I thought it wouldn't be fair to leave you out of the involuntary orgasm fun, so, for the next TWO weeks, whenever you hear Hati's name, you're going to climax. You have to deal with it for two weeks because (if I'm not mistaken) ladies don't have a refractory period and--unless you're a squirter-- you won't make quite so much of a mess.
Anon, you are a perverted little fucker. Alright; bring it on. I’ve got some sound-proof headphones and some really good weed. I can do this… right?
Take photoshop away from me. Please.
Lovers Love, Killers Kill — Hati || Beth || Lizzie
It was nearly two o’clock in the morning when she came to. Lizzie struggled awake, jerking her arms and legs but finding them immobile. What the everliving fuck—?
Oh. Hati must have tied her to a table to keep Beth immobilized. Had she ever told him how much she appreciated him being able to hold her together when shit hit the fan? Not in those words, perhaps, but probably. Beth was coming to the surface now, and Lizzie had just enough time to scream his name before she projectile-vomited blood all over the room, true Exorcist style.
“Llleettttt uuusssss ggggoooooo, wwwoollllffffff,” Beth ordered, and Lizzie’s whole body convulsed with the effort of keeping her down. “Wwwwhhhhhaattt hhhaaavvvvee wwwwee eeevvvvverrrr dddonnee tto hhuurrrtt yyyoouu?” Lizzie coughed up more blood, eyes rolling to the back of her skull as she reached out to Hati with her mind.
Boiling salt water, she told him. Put some silver in the pot and boil some salt water. That’ll work. I’m fighting her. I promise.
“I’d never, never hurt me dear sister—my sweet little pet—if you didn’t make me. But she is being WEAK and FOOLISH and must be PUNISHED for TRUSTING YOU.” Lizzie spat up more blood, too weak to even turn away as it pooled by her cheek.
“I hhhaavve tttoo hhhhuuurrrrtt hherrr bbbeeeccccaaaauuse ooffff yyyyoouu. LET US GO aannddd ssshheee wwwiilllll bbee sssaaffffe…”
Hati had been pacing, spinning a silver blade between his fingers. Every now and then he’d paused to check her pulse, her breathing before going back to pacing. The knife racks gleamed. He hadn’t wanted to bring her here, but this was his territory and he’d needed to bring her somewhere remote and relatively safe. This was the first place that had come to mind.
He froze at the sound of retching and turned just in time to see blood erupting from Lizzie’s mouth - so much blood - as she began to fight against her bonds. No, this wasn’t Lizzie. This was definitely not Lizzie.
Beth was howling as he stepped towards her. The hand that held the blade was steady now. Now that she was bound and in familiar settings the balance of control had tipped back in his favour. In his other hand he held a damp cloth that he’d been touching to Lizzie’s forehead throughout the night. She’d been burning up.
Lizzie’s voice, as clear and loud as if she was whispering directly in his ear, had him biting his lip. The stench of blood - his Lizzie’s blood - was everywhere and he shook his head silently, reaching out to brush the blood-soaked hair from Lizzie’s face. Beth was already turning away from him, howling curses and demands, but he simply continued to wipe the blood from her with that cloth as best he could.
“I can’t risk hurtin’ you like that,” he said softly, ignoring Beth’s howls. He spoke only to Lizzie, uncaring of what that demon spewed at him. Finally, jaw set, he addressed Beth directly. “I’ll let you go as soon as you stop hurtin’ Lizzie. If you shut the fuck up and leave us alone for a while I’ll even untie your hands. Hel, give it a while and I might even let you sit up. If you don’t… well I’ve got a whole lot of salt water and silver here.” He paused to show her the knife, making sure her eyes fixed on it. “Let’s not do this the hard way.”
So strange, the way things hit you when you’re afraid. Lizzie had simply had enough of this; there wasn’t Beth anymore, at least, not that she could hear, there was just Hati. Her tender, beautiful, loving Hati. Salt and silver don’t hurt me, she mentally whispered, leaning into the hand that held the cloth against her forehead. It’s hard to explain, but it’s sort of like how what Beth does doesn’t hurt her. I can heal. You don’t like that, but it’s true.
“Sssttopp playing with my sssiissssttteeerrrr’sss HEAD!” screamed Beth, snapping at Hati’s fingers as he comforted his Lizzie. “You’re HURTING HER and I WON’T LET YOU NEAR HER AGAIN!” There was a twisting in Lizzie’s stomach and throat and she threw up again, blood splattering her perfect Hati as she writhed within her bonds. Lizzie’s eyes fluttered shut as Beth grew louder; Hati wouldn’t listen to her sister’s bullshit and she had to save her strength for other things.
“You can kill our bbbooddddyy iiiffffff yyyooooouu’ddd llliiikkkkee, but llleeeaaaavvvee mmmyyy sssiisssttteerrr’sss prrreeeettttyy mmmiiinnndd aaalllonnnne. Llllleeeaaaavvvee uuussssss aaaallloooonnneee….” Beth started rocking back and forth as much as the ropes allowed her, black oily tears flowing down her face. “I’d nnneeevvvvveeeerrr hhuuurrrrttt my ssswwweeettt ssssiiissssttttteerrr, wolf. Yyyooouu sshhhoouulllddd kkknnnoowww ttthhaat.” She was whispering now, turning away as she cried. “And thoughts hurt more. You already know….” Lizzie quietly turned to rest her head in Hati’s hand, smiling blissfully as he cared for her. Beth was still struggling under the surface, but both women were biding their time, Beth waiting for Hati to let them up, Lizzie simply enjoying his presence.
Don’t untie us. She’ll hurt you. Just keep touching me. Maybe put on a silver ring. She’s gonna play quiet so you’ll let us up.
//This is way too much fun and you should totally do it for your muse.//
((I haven’t read Harry Potter in so long, but she looks so cute like this. They are both so grumpy and adorable. Yes.))
Lovers Love, Killers Kill — Hati || Beth || Lizzie
“No, Hati. She’s stuck in me. She is… I am Beth. It’s hard to explain. But you can’t take her. She is me. I might be able to kill her if you give me time, but we can’t split. It doesn’t work that way. Please, I—“And then Beth was howling, shaking with rage and pain. Lizzie had a split-second thought that it might not have been the silver that hurt her so much, but the fact that Hati loved her. Beth couldn’t tolerate love. She was the anti-thesis of love, apathy and self-hate.“I’m here, Hati. You’re not hurting me. Just her. You’re not hurting me and I love you—Doonnnn’tttt ttttttoouuuccchhhhh us wolf!!” Beth was trying to reach out, grab Hati’s throat, strangle him, but Lizzie wouldn’t let her. Instead, Beth’s hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing desperately.
But even while their body was slipping away into unconsciousness, Hati still held on. He loves me. Hati loves me. My life is a goddamn nightmare but he still loves me. My Hati. Mine…
Both Beth and Lizzie were gone, then, sunk deep into an abyss of asphyxiation, confusion and pain. Lizzie’s last coherent thought was that she hoped Hati would know they weren’t gone, just… just resting.
I love you.A dreadful howl escaped Lizzie’s throat and it was immediately clear that Beth was in pain. Lizzie continued to communicate with him, somehow and even as those hands reached out for him he held on, turning her to face him. The hands retreated as quickly as they’d come and now they were around Lizzie’s throat - and there was no doubt that this was Lizzie’s throat - choking her. He had Beth on the run.
“No you fuckin’ don’t you huglausi bitch…”
Hati struggled against that grip, desperately trying to pry those hands off Lizzie’s throat. He could feel her slipping away and he snarled, clawing at the hands and drawing blood.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” It was a howl borne of pure, white hot frustration and he pulled her close. “Lizzie stay with me. Stay with me I’m gonna fix this… I’m gonna fix it…” The grip was vice-like and impossible to break. Hati could only hold her, rocking her gently as she slipped away again. Again. How many times am I gonna lose you?
“Lizzie, please…” He was kissing her. He kissed her forehead, her cheek and then desperately sought out her lips. She was too weak to kiss back, slipping away but he kept on trying, brushing her hair from her face and then resting his forehead against hers, tears stinging the backs of his eyes. “Don’t go,” he whispered.
It was nearly two o’clock in the morning when she came to. Lizzie struggled awake, jerking her arms and legs but finding them immobile. What the everliving fuck—?
Oh. Hati must have tied her to a table to keep Beth immobilized. Had she ever told him how much she appreciated him being able to hold her together when shit hit the fan? Not in those words, perhaps, but probably. Beth was coming to the surface now, and Lizzie had just enough time to scream his name before she projectile-vomited blood all over the room, true Exorcist style.
“Llleettttt uuusssss ggggoooooo, wwwoollllffffff,” Beth ordered, and Lizzie’s whole body convulsed with the effort of keeping her down. “Wwwwhhhhhaattt hhhaaavvvvee wwwwee eeevvvvverrrr dddonnee tto hhuurrrtt yyyoouu?” Lizzie coughed up more blood, eyes rolling to the back of her skull as she reached out to Hati with her mind.
Boiling salt water, she told him. Put some silver in the pot and boil some salt water. That’ll work. I’m fighting her. I promise.
“I’d never, never hurt me dear sister—my sweet little pet—if you didn’t make me. But she is being WEAK and FOOLISH and must be PUNISHED for TRUSTING YOU.” Lizzie spat up more blood, too weak to even turn away as it pooled by her cheek.
“I hhhaavve tttoo hhhhuuurrrrtt hherrr bbbeeeccccaaaauuse ooffff yyyyoouu. LET US GO aannddd ssshheee wwwiilllll bbee sssaaffffe…”
Lovers Love, Killers Kill — Hati || Beth || Lizzie
“I SAID STOP-” Hati was poised to leap at her when that vial was in her hand. The acid. He wasn’t afraid of the pain, but the damage would be permanent and for the first time since killing Oizys fear - true, heart pounding fear - flared up within him. His arms were flung up to cover his face and he staggered back, but the burning didn’t come.
The vial hit the table with a thud that echoed and Hati warily lowered his arms, eyes wide. Somehow she was still speaking to him. Not Beth, but Lizzie. Lizzie was using that darkness to help him and yet he could only moan with frustration as Beth continued to hurt her. Where the Hel was he supposed to get salt water?
He still had the ring. It would have to to for now.
Gingerly stepping towards her, he reached out.
“Lizzie, I know you’re there. Lizzie, listen. I need to know. Is Beth confined to you? Is she tied to the darkness?” His hand was shaking and it was only then that he realised that he wasn’t just afraid for Lizzie. He was afraid for himself. Beth was more of a threat to him than Oizys had ever been. Beth could make the next death his last. She could alter him, damage him permanently if she wanted.
All that and more ran through his mind as his shaking hand made contact with Lizzie’s shoulder. His voice was a shaky whisper. “Lizzie, please. You’ve got to fight her. Push her into me if you can. I can fight her, trust me.”
The ring made contact with Lizzie’s skin.
“No, Hati. She’s stuck in me. She is… I am Beth. It’s hard to explain. But you can’t take her. She is me. I might be able to kill her if you give me time, but we can’t split. It doesn’t work that way. Please, I—“ And then Beth was howling, shaking with rage and pain. Lizzie had a split-second thought that it might not have been the silver that hurt her so much, but the fact that Hati loved her. Beth couldn’t tolerate love. She was the anti-thesis of love, apathy and self-hate.
“I’m here, Hati. You’re not hurting me. Just her. You’re not hurting me and I love you—Doonnnn’tttt ttttttoouuuccchhhhh us wolf!!” Beth was trying to reach out, grab Hati’s throat, strangle him, but Lizzie wouldn’t let her. Instead, Beth’s hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing desperately.
But even while their body was slipping away into unconsciousness, Hati still held on. He loves me. Hati loves me. My life is a goddamn nightmare but he still loves me. My Hati. Mine…
Both Beth and Lizzie were gone, then, sunk deep into an abyss of asphyxiation, confusion and pain. Lizzie’s last coherent thought was that she hoped Hati would know they weren’t gone, just… just resting.
I love you.
(Source: smellofasphalt)
Lovers Love, Killers Kill — Hati || Beth || Lizzie
The way she concentrated on the hands, the sobbing, the sudden heat of the blade in his grip… It was all so familiar and yet horrifically present. Even the voice was similar to that of Oizys and Hati could almost hear the drip drip drip of the moisture in that old cell.
All instincts told him to flee - all except one: Lizzie was his and his alone and he wouldn’t leave her, not now, not ever.
“Beiskaldi!” He hissed, dropping the knife as it blazed red hot. The burn on his hand continued to sting, unhealing. He glared at Beth, who kept on hurting Lizzie. “Enough! Beth, stop! Stop hurtin’ her! What will it take for you to leave her alone?” He was so out of his depth, memories and fears colliding and confusing his senses. He was in the cell, then he was in this room. The body was Sköll, dead by Hati’s hands and then it wasn’t. Lizzie was Oizys and Beth was Oizys and the world swayed so that he had to turn and stagger slightly away, head spinning.
He didn’t want to have his back to her. He couldn’t trust
OizysBeth not to take advantage of it, but the room was swimming and someone was laughing and he felt sick. Placing one hand on the table to brace himself before his legs tried to buckle, he retched. His body thought he was poisoned, but his mind knew better. She was fucking with his head and he couldn’t let her win.“Whatever you want Beth. Whatever it takes for you to leave Lizzie be.” He wiped his mouth, gasping slightly. “Take it. You want me? Take me. Leave her alone. Can you do that?” He turned back to her. “Can you leave Lizzie and come to me?”
“Beth, please, I know you’re mad, just don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt Hati. He doesn’t mean anything—not anymore. Please don’t hurt him; he doesn’t know anything. Please, Beth. Please…” Neither Beth nor Lizzie knew they were speaking aloud. All Lizzie knew was that Beth was a threat to Hati, and she loved him—loved him—more than anything and he had to stay away. All Beth knew what that the wolf wanted her sister and there was no way she’d ever let him take her.
“Husshhhh sssisssstttteerrr. You are WEAK and CONFUSED. He does not mean anything to us anymore, but he still is a threat, and threats must be ELIMINATED. The stupid wolf thinks you belong to him; that you are not mmyyy ssswweeeett lllliitttttllee ssiiisssttteerr and WE CAN’T HAVE THAT.”
Beth’s head jerked up as Hati vomited, an ugly, ugly sneer crossing her face. “Wwwee don’t want YOU wolf. All I WANT is to be with my SISTER and to be LEFT ALONE.” Beth stared down at her knife, shaking with rage. “Whhyyyy must you fffoolllllloowww uusssss, wwwoollllffff? Wwwhhhhhhyyyyy mmmuuuussssttttt you hhhaaauuuunnntt my sswwweeeettt ssssiiiisssstttteerrr? We don’t WANT him anymore, do we Llliiiiizzzzziiieee? Hhhhee dddooeeesssnnn’ttt mmeeaaaann aaannnnyyttthhhiinnngg tto usss nnnoww.”
Lizzie shook her head quietly shuddering as Beth plunged her knife into their victim’s throat. Neither of them felt any pleasure from the killing. It was just something they did to take their mind off of Hati. When Lizzie started to shake and cry, Beth cut off her hand again and turned to glare at Hati. “I would not have to hurt her so much if she’d behave like a good little sister. Her thoughts wander to you FAR TOO OFTEN and for that ssswweeeeett Lllliiiiiizzzzzziiiieee must be pppuunnnniiiiiissshhhheeddd.” Beth picked up the vial of acid to throw at Hati when Lizzie suddenly slammed it down on the table, shaking with effort.
“Stop it, Beth! We can’t do this! I can’t do this anymore! Please, just stop…” Lizzie crumpled to the floor, crying. She was able to make brief eye contact with Hati before Beth turned her away.
Salt water. Lizzie hissed into his head. Salt water hurts her. If you can get us to drink it we’ll probably be paralyzed. Do something. She’s not going to leave you alone and I can’t live with that.
(Source: smellofasphalt)
Lovers Love, Killers Kill — Hati || Beth || Lizzie
Hati snatched the hand out of the air before he had a chance to think. It was only as he felt the warmth of it - Lizzie’s hand, the hand that had held his - that the realization dawned on him and he dropped it.
“Fuck!”
Lizzie was coming through again, though. That’s my girl. He strode towards the table and grabbed the silver ring before Beth could do anything about it. His other hand held the switchblade towards Beth. He didn’t expect to be able to use it, but hopefully it would keep her at a distance.
“Stay back, Beth. I’m only gonna warn you once.”
She was grinning. Grinning like that godsdamn vǫlva Oizys. At least he had the ring now. It was small. He slipped it onto the pinky finger of his right hand and held out the blade once more, anger evident in his expression and tone.
“You know I’m not goin’ anywhere. Lizzie knows it too. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I can take you to the cabin and you can play nice and ride shotgun, or you can refuse and I can knock you out, stick you in the trunk and take you there just the same. It’s up to you.”
He took the ring! Bad sister, you should know better than to help him! But Beth didn’t look up, even as the wolf threatened. She simply sliced off a few more of Lizzie’s fingers, this time pouring a bit of acid on the wounds to further punish her sobbing sister. “We both know you won’t hurt us, at least, not physically. You still see our body as belonging to you and you don’t seem to be the type to harm that which you use to pleasure yourself.” Beth brought the knife down again and Lizzie wailed as she dribbled the acid on to her exposed bone.
“But by all means go ahead and do your worst. My Lizzie will be the only one to feel it, and we both know how absolutely heartbroken that makes you. Go ahead,” Beth growled, and the knife is Hati’s hand began to heat up, burning white hot in his grip, “hurt her. Go and show my pretty sister how much you enjoy seeing her lying broken and ruined before you. Because that is what he wants, sister.” Beth quietly laughed, brushing a few stray tears off of Lizzie’s face. (It’s alright Hati; do what you need to. It’s OK. It’s OK. It’s OK. It’s OK. It’s OK—) “…that’s what they all want in the end.”
(Source: smellofasphalt)
More bullshit, Beth. Lizzie only took on this darkness because I refused it. There were no real promises made and Odin might be an asshole, but if he’d known what he’d created he never would have cursed Lizzie with this. You’re running out of excuses. Why not just admit that you’re afraid to lose Lizzie to me?
One small problem for you, though: She’s mine. She was mine before you came along and she’ll be mine after you’re long gone. Might as well give up now.
Ah, but Lizzie is my little girl. My pet. She might try to crawl back to you were I to leave her alone, but she is my dear little thing, and I will not let you touch her again, and if I have to make her BLEED to prove it then. by all means, I most certainly will.
She’s a fragile little creature, my sister… and she needs me. My little Lizzie. You’ll just play with her head, hurt her all over again. She’s my precious pet, not your slut. Not anymore.
Pet? She’s nobody’s pet, Beth. You and I both know that. She’s stronger than that. She’s stronger than you and that’s why you’re so scared.
Nobody’s playing with her head but you.
We both know where this is going. You can’t hide any more. I know where you are. I’m coming to find you.
Good. Find us. Let us destroy you. They say blood is thicker than water and I’ve taken enough blood to own my sister, in heart, body and soul. It pleases us that you will know how happy she is with me before you die.
Lizziiiiieee
Come home,. Vome home I miss you I pronise I wont hurt you not ever never again. Don’t let her win nor after allwe goy through yogether i miss yuo.therw look I said it everybody can see jusrt come home.
Ilk do anything/
Hati, baby, please stop looking. I love you, I really do—I love you more than anything—but I can’t come back. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re perfect. You’ve always been perfect. I love you. I love you. Please…
Beth is going to hurt you if I ever see you again. She might kill you. I know we’re one of the only ones that can. I don’t want her touching you, Hati. Please, please, please leave.
No, no I didn’t mean it. Please, Beth. Please. I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl next time. Just not again. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be a good sister, just like you wanted. Please. Please not again. I learned. I learned. See? I’m a good girl now. I’ll be a good girl. I’m better, I’m better, I’m better. See? I’m a good girl, just like you wanted. Please—I can’t not any more—-
You need to leave me alone. Stop looking. Beth will be nice again if you go away. I don’t want this. I don’t want her to hurt you to see you ever again. I love hate you.
Listen to Beth. She knows best.
I just want you to hold me right now.
Stupid wolf. You can’t hurt our body, and I have my sweet sister’s mind wrapped up tightly. No one will EVER hurt my little Lizzie again. We promised the One-Eye…
More bullshit, Beth. Lizzie only took on this darkness because I refused it. There were no real promises made and Odin might be an asshole, but if he’d known what he’d created he never would have cursed Lizzie with this. You’re running out of excuses. Why not just admit that you’re afraid to lose Lizzie to me?
One small problem for you, though: She’s mine. She was mine before you came along and she’ll be mine after you’re long gone. Might as well give up now.
Ah, but Lizzie is my little girl. My pet. She might try to crawl back to you were I to leave her alone, but she is my dear little thing, and I will not let you touch her again, and if I have to make her BLEED to prove it then. by all means, I most certainly will.
She’s a fragile little creature, my sister… and she needs me. My little Lizzie. You’ll just play with her head, hurt her all over again. She’s my precious pet, not your slut. Not anymore.
